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NATIONAL PARK PICTURES COLLFXTED AND 
EXHIBITED BY THE DEPARTMENT OF THE 
INTERIOR. 



This collection of pictures has been assembled for free exhibition at 
public libraries and other institutions. The collection will be loaned 
to any such institution if the transportation charges are paid in one 
direction. 



1. Mammoth Hot Springs, Yellowstone National Park. Photo- 

graph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 

Not more than 50 feet from Liberty Cap rise the famous Hot Spring Terraces. 
They constitute a veritable mountain, covering at least 200 acres, the whole of 
which has been for centuries growing slowly through the agency of hot water 
issuing from the boiling springs. This, as it cools, leaves a mineral deposit 
spread out in delicate thin layers by the soft ripples of the heated flood. Strange, 
is it not? Everywhere else the flow of water wears away the substance that it 
touches, but here by its peculiar sediment it builds as surely as the coral insect. 
Moreover, the coloring of these terraces is, if possible, even more marvelous 
than their creation, for as the mineral water pulsates over them it forms a great 
variety of brilliant hues. Hot water, therefore, is to this material what blood 
is to the body. With it the features glow with warmth and color; without it they 
are cold and ghostlike. Accordingly, where water ripples over these gigantic 
steps, towering one above another toward the sky, they look like beautiful cas- 
cades of color, and when the liquid has deserted them they stand out like a stair- 
case of Carrara marble. Hence, through the changing centuries they pass in 
slow succession from light to shade, from brilliancy to pallor, and from life to 
death. This mineral water is not only a mysterious architect; it is also an 
artist that no man can equal. Its magic touch has intermingled the finest 
shades of orange, yellow, purple, red, and brown, sometimes in solid masses, 
at other places diversified by slender threads like skeins of multicolored silk. 
Yet in producing all these wonderful effects there is no violence, no uproar. 
The boiling water passes over the mounds it has produced with the low murmur 
of a sweet cascade. Its tiny wavelets touch the stonework like a sculptor's fingers, 
molding the yielding mass into exquisitely graceful forms. — John L. Stoddard, 
Lectures, vol. 10, p. 224. 

2. Cascades of the Firehole River, Yellowstone National Park. 

Photograph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Rail- 
road Co. 

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Grand Canyon of thk Yellowstone River from Point Lookout, 
Yellowstone National Park. Photograph by F. Jay Haynes; 
loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 

All I can say is that without warning or preparation I looked into a gulf 1,700 
feet deep with eagles and fish hawks circling far below. And the sides of that 
gulf were one wild welter of color^crimson, emerald, cobalt, ochre, amber, 
honey splashed with port wine, snow-white, vermilion, lemon, and silver-gray 
in wide washes. The sides did not fall sheer, but were graven by time and water 
and air into monstrous heads of kings, dead chiefs, men and women of the old 
time. So far below that no sound of its strife could reach us, the Yellowstone 
River ran — a finger-wide strip of jade green. The sunlight took those wondrous 
walls and gave fresh hues to those that nature had already laid there. Once I 
saw the dawn break over a lake in Rajputana and the sun set over the Oodey 
Sagar amid a circle of Holman Hunt hills. This time I was watching both per- 
formances going on below me — upside down you understand — and the colors 
were real. The canyon was burning like Troy town; but it would burn forever, 
and, tliank goodness, neither pen nor brush could ever portray its splendors 
adequately. * * * Evening crept through the pines that shadowed us, but 
the full glory of the day flamed in that canyon as we went out very cautiously to 
a jutting piece of rock — blood-red or pink it v/as— that overhung the deepest 
deeps of all. Now I know what it is to sit enthroned amid the clouds of sunset. 
Giddiness took away all sensation of touch or form, but the sense of blinding 
color remained. WTien I reached the mainland again I had sworn that I had 
been floating. — Rudyard Kipling, American Notes, pp. 171-172. 

Great Falls of the Yellowstone River, Yellowstone National 
Park. Photograph by F\ Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon vShort Line 
Railroad Co. 

We come, at last, to the final glory of the park, the splendid canj^on of the 
Yellowstone. Yellowstone Lake, a deep basin of snow water, 7,721 feet above 
sea level, debouches at its northern end into the narrow Yellowstone River. 
Flowing for a dozen miles or more through a wild and rugged country, this turbu- 
lent stream comes suddenly to a rocky ledge, over which it leaps 112 feet down- 
ward into a resounding gorge. Gathering itself in a huge, swirling pool, foam- 
flecked, it flows onward a few hundred feet and takes another tremendous leap, 
this time 311 feet, straight into the awful depths of the Grand Canyon. So great ' 
is the fall that most of the water, bending over the brink of the precipice, smooth , 
oily, and green, is dashed into spray, widening out at the base and drifting 
against the steep canyon walls, which the constant moisture has clothed with 
soft green mosses and other minute water growths. Thence it collects in a 
thousand gleaming rivulets, gathers in brooks and cascades, and gushes back 
into the river channel. From the summit of the awful precipice above the falls 
one may trace the stream along the depths of the canyon — seen at this distance 
a mere hand's breadth of foamy water broken by varied forms of cascades, pools, 
and rapids, and all of a limpid greenness unmatched elsewhere. 

Niagara is greater, more majestic in tlie plentitude of its power, having twenty 
times the flow of water; but it can not compare with these falls in the settings 
of canyon and forest, in the coloring of rock, water, sky — all so indescribably 
grand, gorgeous, and overpowering. — Ray Stannard Baker, A Place of Marvels — 
Yellowstone Park as It Now Is: Century Magazine, newser., vol. 44, p. 488. 

, Christmas Tree Park, Yellowstone National Park. Photo- 
graph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 



6. Giant Geyser in action, Yellowstone National Park. Pho- 
tograph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Rail- 
road Co. 

* * * Then with a terrible rushing and rumbling below, with a powerful 
effort and fearful heavings that caused the very earth to groan, and seemed 
sufficient to tear the solid walls of the crater into a thousand atoms, the giant 
came forth in the majesty of his mighty power. A volume of boiling water, the 
size of the nozzle of the crater, was projected to a great altitude, the action being 
repeated several times. Then for a moment all was quiet. Thinking it only a 
feint, we attempted to approach the orifice and make investigations, when we were 
met by an immense volume of steaming water, as if just from one of Hecate's 
caldrons, causing another disorderly retreat. It now commenced in earnest, 
and we surely witnessed one of the grandest displays of waterworks ever beheld 
by mortal eyes. The fountains of the great deep seemed literally to have been 
broken up and turned loose again upon our sinful world. A steady column of 
water, graceful, majestic, and vertical, except as swayed by the passing breezes, 
was by rapid and successive impulses impelled upward above the steam until 
reaching the marvellous height of more than 200 feet. At first it appeared to 
labor in raising the immense volume, which seemed loath to start on its heaven- 
ward tour, but now it v/as with perfect ease that the stupendous column was held 
to its place, the water breaking into jets and returning in glittering showers to 
the basin. The steam ascended in dense volumes for thousands of feet, when 
it was freighted upon the wings of the wind and borne away in clouds. The fear- 
ful rumble and confusion attending it were as the sound of distant artillery, the 
rushing of many horses to battle, or the roar of a fearful tornado. * * * 

The waving to and fro of such a gigantic fountain when the column is at its 
highest, "Tinseled o'er in robes of varying hues," and glistening in the bright 
sunlight which adorns it with the glowing colors of many a gorgeous rainbow 
affords a spectacle so wonderful and grandly magnificent, so overwhelming to the 
mind, that the ablest attempt at description gives the reader who has never 
witnessed such a display but a feeble idea of its glory.— Edwin J. Stanley, 
Rambles in Wonderland, pp. 114-117. 

7." Old Faithful Geyser in action, Yellowstone National Park. 
Photograph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Rail- 
road Co. 

And so one mounts his horse v.ith a cheerful sense of pleasures to come, and 
half a day later rides into the fuming valley of the Upper Geyser Basin, the 
greatest of all the centers of volcanic activity. As one emerges from the forest, 
Old Faithful is just in the act of throwing its splendid column of hot water a 
hundred and fifty feet in air, the v/ind blowing out the top in white spray, 
until the geyser resembles a huge, sparkling, graceful plume set in the eartli. 
The geyser holds its height much longer than one expects; but presently it falls 
away, rallies often, throws up lesser jets, and finally sinks, hissing and rumbling, 
into its bro%\Ti cone, leaving all the rocky earth about it glistening, smoking with 
hot water.— Ray Stannard Baker, A Place of Marvels— Yellowstone Park as It 
Now Is: Century Magazine, new scr., vol. 44, p. 485. 

8. Mount BurlEy, Madison Canyon and River, Yellowstone 
National Park. Photograph by F. Jay Haynes; loaned by 
Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 



9- Goi.DEN Gate, Yellowstone National Park. Photograph by F. 
Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 

After a drive of 4 miles we reach what might be termed the entrance to the 
park — the Golden Gate. This is a rocky pass, through which a branch of the 
Gardiner River flows. The yellow wall on either side has given the pass its 
name. 

The road here, one of the most difficult pieces of engineering, has cost the 
Government $14,000, although it is scarcely a mile in length. Our altitude at 
this point is 7,300 feet, and the scenes about us are so beautiful that with one 
accord we beg the driver to wait while we feast our eyes upon the wonderful 
pictures. On the slope of Bunsen Peak, which towers above the gate on 
one side, may be seen the Devils Slide, extending from the summit to the 
base. * * * 

The scenes around us win constant exclamations of delight. Here is the 
lovely Rustic Falls, fed by ice and snow from the mountain top, gliding over 
tlie brilliantly colored rocks, with a graceful sweep from its height of 60 feet to 
lose itself in the rocky mass of the canyon below. — Charles M. Taylor, jr., Alaska 
and the Yellowstone, pp. 312-313. 

10. Rapids Above the Upper Falls of the Yellowstone River, 
Yellowstone National Park. Photograph by F. Jay Haynes; 
loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 

* * * Until within half a mile of the brink of the fall the river is peaceful 
and unbroken by a ripple. Suddenly, as if aware of impending danger, it 
becomes lashed into foam, circled with eddies, and soon leaps into fearful 
rapids. The rocky jaws confining it gradually converge as it approaches the 
edge of the fall, bending its course by their projections, and apparently crowding 
back the water, which struggles and leaps against their bases, warring with its 
bounds in the impatience of restraint, and madly leaping from its confines, a 
liquid emerald wreathed with foam, into the abyss beneath. — N. P. Langford, 
The Discovery of Yellowstone Park, p. ^^. 

11. Obsidian Cliff, Yellowstone National Park. Photograph by 
F. Jay Haynes; loaned by Oregon Short Line Railroad Co. 

Presently a turn in the road revealed to us a dark-hued mountain rising almost 
perpendicularly from a lake. Marvelous to relate, the material of which this 
mountain is composed is jet-black glass, produced by volcanic fires. The very 
road on which we drove between this and the lake also consists of glass too hard 
to break beneath the wheels. The first explorers found this obsidian cliff 
almost impassable; but when they ascertained of what it was composed, they 
piled up timber at its base and set it on fire. When the glass was hot, they dashed 
upon the heated mass cold water, which broke it into fragments. Then with 
huge levers, picks, and shovels they pushed and pried the shining pieces down 
into the lake, and opened thus a wagon road a thousand feet in length. — John L. 
Stoddard, Lectures, vol. 10, p. 239. 

12. Yellowstone Lake, Yellowstone National Park. Loaned by 

Northern Pacific Railway Co. 

Yellowstone Lake, the largest sheet of water in America at so high an eleva- 
tion, with its indented shore line and 140 square miles of surface dotted with 
forested islands, presents to lovers of nature a series of picturesque landscapes 
unequalled upon any other inland waters. — Arnold Hague, The Yellowstone 
National Park: Scribner's Magazine, vol. 35, p. 514. 



13- Gardiner Station and Entrance Arch, YelIvOwstone Na- 
tional Park. Loaned by Northern Pacific Railway Co. 

14. Hayden Valley, Yellowstone National Park. Loaned by 
Northern Pacific Railway Co. 

15. Old Faithful Inn, Yellowstone National Park. Loaned by 

Northern Pacific Railway Co. 

16. New Grand Canyon Hotel, Yellowstone National Park. 

Loaned by Northern Pacific Railway Co. 

17. Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park. Photograph by F. H. 
Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

On the western slope of the mountain lies Lake McDonald, a body of water 
12 miles long with an average width of a mile and a half. From the water's 
edge rise wonderfully wooded hills, silent with the silence of imtrodden places, 
solemn with the solemnity of primeval beginnings, and above, beyond, soaring 
in white legions against the dark blue heavens are scarred and lance-sharp 
peaks, shimmering with eternal snow. The waters of the lake are clear and cold, 
for they are fed by numerous silver threads of streams and boisterous torrents 
that have a common origin in snow fields and glaciers. By reason of its purity, 
the rich variety of color in the surrounding shores, and the brilliant whiteness 
of the atmosphere, the lake is remarkable for its reflections and its exquisite 
hues. When the wind is at rest and the surface of the water is untroubled by a 
wave, perfect pictures of sky and cloud and peak show forth as in a mirror. 
Again, the waters flow in a flaming tokay-tide like wine fresh from the vintner's 
press, or purple and green with the tones of a deep-sea shell. When the sunset 
awakens in the mountains the passion of burnt-out fires and paints the drifting 
clouds and shadowy ravines with lilac mystery, then the lake is in the height of 
its grandeur; then the golden fleece of mist and an ephemeral haze cast over it 
an aureole of strange, unearthly glory — of religious calm. — Helen Fitzgerald 
Sanders, The Glacier Park: Overland Monthly, 2d ser., vol. 53, p. 496. 

18. Two Medicine Lake, Glacier National Park. Photograph by 
F. H. Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

19. Lake St. Mary, Glacier National Park. Photograph by F. H. 

Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

The great St. Marys Lakes are also to eastward of the main range, and they 
are even more primeval in grandeur than the better-known Lake McDonald. 
Upon their shores are forests of blasted pines, where the wind shrills with a 
thousand tongues and the rocks cry back in ghostly chorus. This is the spirit 
land of the Blackfeet, and there are strange legends, phantom-like and evanes- 
cent as mist wreaths, concerning this haunted region of the great St. Marys 
which the Indians guard jealously. — Helen Fitzgerald Sanders, The Glacier 
Park: Overland Monthly, 2d ser., vol. 53, p. 500. 

20. FusiLADE Mountain, Glacier National Park. Photograph by 

F. H. Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

21. Gould Mountain, Glacier National Park. Photograph by F. H. 
Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 



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22. Iceberg Lake, Glacier National Park. Photograph by F. H. 
Kiser, loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

North of Swift Current Pass, Iceberg Lake lies in a great twist of the range, 
the Wilber Mountain Glacier rising abruptly i ,000 feet or more from its shores. 
Here when the sun grows warm enormous icebergs break away from the parent 
pack and crash into the water of the lake. The wind drives the bergs hither 
and thither over the surface of the water, the grinding of berg against berg 
echoing down the canyons. The Indians avoid this vicinity, saying the weird 
noises are the wails of lost souls condemned for their crimes in life. — Alfred W. 
Greeley, Our Unknown Scenic Wonders: World's Work, vol. 16, p. 10249. 

23. Trick Falls, Glacier National Park. Photograph by F. H. 

Kiser; loaned by Great Northern Railway Co. 

24. Little Chief Mountain and St. Marys. Creek, Glacier Na- 
tional Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser; loaned by Great North- 
ern Railway Co. 

25. Spruce Tree House, Mesa Verde National Park. Photograph 

by Arthur Chapman ; loaned by Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Co. 
A ruined cliff dwelling, situated in the Mesa Verde National Park, about 25 
miles from Mancos, Colo. Next to Cliff Palace, this ruin is the largest cliff house 
in Colorado. It occupies a great natural cave in the east wall of Spruce Tree 
Canyon, a branch of Navaho Canyon, and receives its name from a large spruce 
tree that formerly stood near by. The curved front wall of the structiu-e 
measures 218 feet long; the breadth of the ruin is 89 feet, and its longest axis 
is about north and south. This ruin has 114 secular rooms, 8 subterranean 
kivas, and a roofless kiva, sometimes called a warriors' room. Many of the 
dwelling chambers are 3 stories high, several filling the interval from the floor 
to the roof of the cave. It is estimated that the population of Spmce Tree 
House was 350. The period of occupancy and the causes of depopulation are 
unknown, but there is no doubt that the buildings are prehistoric. — Handbook 
of American Indians: Bulletin 30, Bureau of American Ethnolog>', vol. i,p.627. 

26. Balcony House, Mesa Verde National Park. Photograph by 
Arthur Chapman; loaned by Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Co. 

A cliff house, comprising about 25 rooms, situated in Rim Canyon, Mesa Verde 
National Park. It derives its name from a shelf or balcony which extends along 
the front of two of the houses resting on the projecting floor beams. — Handbook 
of American Indians: Bulletin 30, Bureau of American Ethnology, vol. i, p. 127. 

27. Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde National Park. Photograph by 
Arthur Chapman; loaned by Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Co. 

Cliff Palace consists of a group of houses, all connecting and opening one into 
another, the whole forming a crescent about 100 yards from end to end. It 
contains ruins of 146 rooms, some of which are on a secondar}' ledge. — Handbook 
of American Indians: Bulletin 30, Bureau of American Ethnology, vol. i, p. 309. 

28. Augusta Natural Bridge, Natural Bridges National Monu- 
ment, Utah. Photograph by Charles Goodman ; loaned by Denver 
& Rio Grande Railroad Co. 

Remounting their horses, Long and Scorup passed under the mighty mass of 
the Caroline and pushed on up the canyon. At a distance of ^}4 miles they 



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found themselves in the presence of what is doubtless the most wonderful 
natural bridge in the world — a structure so lofty and magnificent, so symmet- 
rical and beautiful in its proportions, as to suggest that nature, after completing 
the mighty structure of the Caroline, had trained herself for a finer and nobler 
form of architecture. Here, across a canyon measuring 335 feet 7 inches from 
wall to wall, she has thrown a splendid arch of solid sandstone, 60 feet thick in 
the central part and 40 feet wide, leaving underneath it a clear opening 357 
feet in perpendicular height. The lateral walls of the arch rise perpendicu- 
larly nearly to the top of the bridge, when they flare suddenly outward, giving 
the effect of an immense coping or cornice overhanging the main structure 15 
or 20 feet on each side, and extending with the greatest regularity and sym- 
metry the whole length of the bridge. A large rounded butte at the edge of the 
canyon wall seems partly to obstruct the approach to the bridge at one end. 

* * * The majestic proportions of this bridge may be partly realized by 
a few comparisons. Thus, its height is more than twice and its span more than 
three times as great as those of the famous natural bridge of Virginia. Its 
buttresses are 118 feet farther apart than those of the celebrated masonry arch 
in the District of Columbia, known as Cabin John Bridge, a few miles from 
Washington City, which has the greatest span of any masonry bridge on- this 
continent. This bridge would overspan the Capitol at Washington and clear 
the top of the dome by 51 feet. And if the loftiest tree in the Calaveras Grove 
of giant sequoia in California stood in the bottom of the canyon its topmost 
bough would lack 32 feet of reaching the underside of the arch. — W. W. Dyar, 
The Colossal Bridges of Utah: Century Magazine, new ser., vol. 46, p. 510. 

29. Caroline Natural Bridge, Natural Bridges National Monu- 
ment, Utah. Photograph by Charles Goodman; loaned by Denver 
& Rio Grande Railroad Co. 

This bridge * * * measures 208 feet 6 inches from buttress to buttress 
across the bottom of the canyon. From the surface of the water to the center of 
the arch above is a sheer height of 197 feet, and over the arch at its highest 
point the solid mass of sandstone rises 125 feet farther to the level floor of the 
bridge. A traveler crossing the canyon by this titanic masonry would thus 
pass 322 feet above tlie bed of the stream. The floor of the bridge is 127 feet 
wide, so that an army could march over it in columns of companies, and still 
leave room at the side for a continuous stream of artillery and baggage wagons. — 
W. W. Dyar, The Colossal Bridges of Utah: Century Magazine, new ser., vol. 
46, p. 509. 

30. Edwin Natural Bridge, Natural Bridges National Monu- 
ment, Utah. Photograph by Charles Goodman; loaned by Den- 
ver & Rio Grande Railroad Co. 

Its dimensions, however, are small only as compared with the gigantic propor- 
tions of the Caroline and the Augusta; for it has a span of 211 feet 4 inches, and 
the under side of the arch is 142 feet above the bottom of the canyon. The crown 
of the arch is 18 feet 8 inches thick and the surface or roadway 33 feet 5 inches 
wide. The slendemess of this aerial pathway, and the fact that the canyon here 
opens out into a sloping valley beyond, rendered it possible for the camera to 
give a j^roper impression of loftiness. Indeed, judging from the photographs 
alone, one might suppose this to be the highest of the three bridges, whereas in 
fact it has but little mare than one-third the altitude of the wonderful Augusta 
arch. — W. W. Dyar, The Colossal Bridges of Utah: Century Magazine, new ser., 
vol. 46, p. 511. 



31. Hetch Hetchy VallEv -^rom Eleanor Trail, Yosemite Na- 
tional Park. Photograph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra 
Club. 

Looking up the valley toward the east. Kolana Rock on the right, North Dome 
on the left, Rancheria Mountain in the distance, with a portion of the cleft of the 
Tuolumne Canyon on the right behind Kolana Rock. Tuolumne River is seen 
in the center of the view. 

32. Upper Meadow, Hetch Hetchy Valley, Yosemite National 
Park.. Photograph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club, 

A view seen upon reaching the floor of the valley when approaching it from the 
east along the Rancheria Trail . Kolana Rock is on the left, the Tueeulala Fall 
in the distance. The trees are chiefly yellow pines and incense cedars. 

33. Along the Tuolumne River, Yosemite National Park. Photo- 
graph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club. 

A typical glimpse of the river scenery in Hetch Hetchy Valley, taken from the 
south bank about i mile below the bridge. The foot of Wapama Fall is seen on 
the right and Tueeulala Fall in the distance. 

34. Hetch Hetchy Falls, Yosemite National Park. Photograph 
by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club. 

From a point about midway in the valley looking toward the north wall. The 
prominent cliff is called the Hetch Hetchy El Capitan. To the right is the 
Wapama Fall, with a decent of 2,000 feet. To the left is the Tueeulala Fall, 
much diminished in volume from what it is early in the reason. 

35. North Dome, Hetch Hetchy Valley, Yosemite National Park. 
Photograph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club. 

A steep cliff forming a portion of the north wall of the valley, its summit being 
2,640 feet above the floor of the valley, or 6,300 feet above the sea level. 

36. Kolana Rock, Hetch Hetchy Valley, Yosemite Nationai< 
Park. Photograph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club. 

Standing boldly out into the valley, from the southern wall, is the rock 
Ko-la-na — seeming still to bid defiance to the mighty glacier that once flowed 
grindingly over and around it. Tall pines and spruces feather its base, and a 
few tough, storm-loving ones have made out to climb upon its head. It is 
the most independent and most picturesque rock in the valley, forming the 
outermost of a group corresponding in every way with the Cathedral Rocks of 
Yosemite. On the authority of the State geological survey, it is 2,270 feet in 
height. — John Muir, Hetch Hetchy Valley: Overland Monthly, vol. 11, p. 45. 

37. Kolana Rock, Hetch Hetchy Valley, Yosemite Nationai^ 
Park. Photograph by H. W. Gleason; loaned by Sierra Club. 

Taken from a point across the river about a mile from the base, showing its 
remarkable sugar-loaf character. Also indicating the luxuriant forest growth • 
of the valley. 

38. Yosemite Valley from Artists' Point, Yosemite National 
Park. Loaned by ySouthern Pacific Co. 

39. The Sentinel, Yosemite National Park. Loaned by Southern 

Pacific Co. 



40. Mirror Lake, Yosemite National Park. 

Pacific Co. 

41, Half Dome, Yosemite National Park. 

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El Capitan, Yosemite National Park. Loaned by Southern 
Pacific Co. 

Upon our left stands El Capitan, the great chief of the valley, the field mar- 
shal of the granite crags about us, that stupendous specimen of natural masonry, 
a huge perpendicular granite rock, 3,300 feet in height, with its sides bare and 
bleak, no marks or lines of stratification, no crack in the huge mass, no crevice 
where any living thing can grow, nothing save a spot upon its side 2,500 feet 
from its base where stands a huge flourishing pine, its only ornament. As we 
approach nearer to this magnificent battlement of polished granite we can begin 
to realize its height of three-fifths of a mile, and as we look up toward its cloud- 
crowned summit there comes a sense of fear that it might fall and overwhelm 
us. — Samuel Douglass Dodge, A day in the Yosemite with a kodak: New Eng- 
land Magazine, new ser., vol, 3, p. 463. 

View from Glacier Point, Yosemite National Park. Loaned by 
Southern Pacific Co. 

From this Glacier Point, which to me is the grandest view in the valley and 
consequently on earth, you for the first time really arise to the sublimity of 
Yosemite. Here in the ver}^ heart of the Sierras, 70 miles from the fertile plains of 
the San Joaquin and 7 ,200 feet above the level of the sea, opens out a valley whose 
sheer sides rest upon the floor of a meadow, which is itself 4,000 feet above sea 
level, and rise from 3,000 to 6,000 feet above the olive green waters of the Merced. 
Directly across, forming the opposite wall is the Half Dome, rising straight up 
nearly 9,000 feet in the air, one side bearing downward in strong, rounded lines, 
the other cut away from the middle, straight and sheer, as you might slice a loaf 
of baker's bread from end to end. On its oval top is a plateau of 15 acres and a few 
great pines that look like pins stuck in a cushion. The great Cap of Liberty, a 
name it fully justifies, a mass of granite, seems petty in its shadow, and yet it 
is nearly 1,000 feet higher than Mount Washington. Back of it and above it 
towers Cloud's Rest, almost 10,000 feet in height, yet easily reached by the sum- 
mer visitor on the sure-footed mountain horses. From between the Half Dome 
and the tremendous precipitous ledges on the right which are capped by Lyell 
and Dana in the far distance, and Starr King, Florence, and. Clark in the nearer 
foreground, break forth two falls one above the other. — Rounsevelle Wildman, 
Yosemite and the Big Trees: Overland Monthly, 2d ser., vol. 28, p. 201. 

Vernal Falls, Yosemite National Park. Loaned by Southern 
Pacific Co. 
* * * Then follow a mile and a half of turbulent, churning waters which 
finally lose their frothiness and disappear over a perpendicular rock 400 feet in 
height and 300 feet in width, forming Vernal Fall, a stately sheet of greenish 
water which drops into a chasm of bowlders where countless rainbows dance so long 
as the chasm is filled with sunshine. Such processions of rainbows can be seen 
nowhere else in any land— not even those of the Bridal Veil being so numerous. 
Besides, there is much less play of sunshine at the latter fall, while at the Vernal 
the myriads of rainbows polka and waltz and play and go off in many directions 
in exquisite entanglements.— Ben C. Truman, Falls of the Yosemite: Sunset 
Magazine, vol. 21, p. 118. 



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45. Mariposa Big Tree Grove, Yosemite National Park. Loaned 
by Southern Pacific Co. 

I had always imagined that the big trees were a grove by themselves in a nice 
little level valley; but instead of that they are mixed in with yellow pines and 
sugar pines and grow near the steep top of a 6,000-foot mountain. It is well in 
a way that they are mixed in with other trees. If they were not you could hardly 
appreciate their size. The road to the grove winds through the finest and biggest 
timber you have ever seen; the roundest, the straightest, the tallest, and the most 
symmetrical. But all of a sudden those gigantic pines lose their significance, 
and shouldering among them appears a very demon of a vegetable, saffron of 
hue, the fluting of its bark the size of saplings, square upon its feet, imperturb- 
able and vast. There is no mistaking him. A bear ascending him would look 
like a squirrel ascending one of the other trees. — Gouvemeur Morris, Into the 
Serene Valley: Outing, vol. 47, p. 59Q. 

46. Vermont and Wawona, Maripo.sa Grove, Yosemite Nationaf^ 

Park. Loaned by Southern Pacific Co. 

47. Forest Queen, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park. 

Loaned by Southern Pacific Co. 

48. Grizzly Giant, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park. 

Loaned by Southern Pacific Co. 

We halted at the base of the Grizzly Giant, which well deserves its name, for 
it measures 93 feet in circumference and looks so battered and weatherworn 
that it probably is about the most venerable tree in the forest. It is one of the 
most picturesque sequoias I have seen, just because it has broken through all 
the rules of symmetry so rigidly observed by its well-conditioned, well-grown 
brethren, and instead of being a vast cinnamon-colored column, with small 
boughs near the summit, it has taken a line of its own and thrown out several 
great branches each about 6 feet in diameter — in other words, about as large as a 
fine old English beech tree. — C. F. Gordon Gumming, Granite Crags, p. 81. 

49. Fallen Monarch, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park. 

Loaned by Southern Pacific Co. 

50. Giant Forest, General Grant National Park. Loaned by 
Southern Pacific Co. 

Perhaps the most insistent note, besides that of mere size and dignity, is of 
absolute stillness. These trees do not sway to the wind, their trunks are con- 
structed to stand solid. Their branches do not bend and murmur, for they, 
too, are rigid in fiber. Their fine thread-like needles may catch the breeze's 
whisper, may draw together and apart for the exchange of confidences as do the 
leaves of other trees; but if so, you and I are too far belOw to distinguish it. All 
about, the other forest growths may be rustling and bowing and singing witli the 
voices of the air; the sequoia stands in the hush of an absolute calm. It is as 
though he dreamed, too wrapt in still great thoughts of his youth, when the earth 
itself was young, to share the worldlier joys of his neighbor, to be aware of them, 
even himself to breathe deeply. You feel in the presence of these trees as you 
would feel in the presence of a kindly and benignant sage, too occupied with 
larger things to enter fully into your little affairs, but well disposed in the wisdom 
of clear spiritual insight. — Stewart Edward White, The Mountains, p. 229. 



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51. Parker Group, General Grant National Park. Loaned by 
Southern Pacific Co. 

52. Iowa and Washington Trees, General Grant National Park. 
Loaned by Southern Pacific Co. 

53. General Grant Tree, General Grant National Park. Loaned 
by Southern Pacific Co. 

54. General Sherman Tree, Sequoia National Park. Loaned by 
Southern Pacific Co. 

55. Fern Bank, Muir Woods National Monument. Loaned by 
Southern Pacific Co. 

56. Forest, Muir Woods National Monument. Loaned by South- 
ern Pacific Co. 

57. Crater Lake erom the Summit op Scott Peak, Crater Lake 
National Park. Photograph by Fred Kiser. 

The lake? The Sea of Silence? All, yes, I had forgotten — so much else; 
besides, I should like to let it alone, say nothing. It took such hold of my heart, 
so unlike Yosemite, Yellowstone, Grand Canyon, when first seen, that I love it 
almost like one of my own family. But fancy a sea of sapphire set around by 
a compact circle of the great grizzly rock of Yosemite. It does not seem so sub- 
lime at first, but the mote is in your own eye. It is great, great, but it takes you 
days to see how great. It lies 2,000 feet under your feet, and as it reflects 
its walls so perfectly that you can not tell the wall from the reflection in the 
intensely blue water, you have a continuous and unbroken circular wall of 24 
miles to contemplate at a glance, all of which lies 2,000 feet, and seems to lie 
4,000 feet below. Yet so bright, yet so intensely blue is the lake that it seems at 
times, from some points of view, to lift right in your face. — Joaquin Miller, The 
Sea of Silence: ,Sunset Magazine, vol. 13, p. 401. 

58. Looking Northeast from The Watchman, Crater Lake Na- 
tional Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

59. Button Cliff, Crater Lake National Park. Photograph by 
F. H. Kiser. 

60. Wocus Pinnacle on Garfield Peak, Crater Lake National 

Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

61. Wizard Island from near Victor Rock, Cr.^^ter Lake Na- 
tional Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

* * * Arriving at the crest, the lake in all its majestic beauty comes 
suddenly upon the scene, and is profoundly impressive. Descending the 
wooded slope a short distance within the rim to Victor Rock, an excellent gen- 
eral view of the lake is obtained. The eye beholds 20 miles of unbroken cliffs 
ranging from over 500 to nearly 2,000 feet in height, encircling a deep blue sheet 
of placid water, in which the mirrored walls vie with the originals in brilliancy 
and greatly enhance the depth of the prospect. 

The first point to fix our fascinated gaze is Wizard Island, lying nearly 2 miles 
away, near the western margin of the lake. Its rugged western edge and the 
steep but symmetrical truncated cone in the eastern portion are ver>^ suggestive 
of volcanic origin. — J. S. Diller, Crater Lake, Oregon: National Geographic Maga- 
zine, vol. 8, p. 37. 



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62. Wizard Island from one op the rim canyoNvS, Crater Lake 
National Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

63. Looking northwest from near Victor Rock, Crater Lake 
National Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

64. Looking southeast from The Watchman, Crater Lake National 
Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

65. Looking southeast from summit of Wizard Island, Crater Lake 
National Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

66. Phantom Ship from Garfield Peak, Crater Lake National 
Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

* * * At the foot of Dutton Cliff, about 50 yards from the shore, there is to be 
seen one of the most striking features about the lake. It is a solitar)^ rock, with 
sharp, pinnacled top, about 100 feet high, and twice as long and broad. It suggests 
to the imagination a ship riding at anchor; and its shape, together with the fact 
that, when viewed from the opposite side of the lake, against the background of 
Dutton Cliff, it alternately disappears and becomes visible again, according as it 
is in sunlight or in shadow, has caused it to bear the name of Phantom Ship. — Earl 
Morse Wilbur, Description of Crater Lake: Mazama, vol. i, p. 147. 

67. Scott Peak from near Victor Rock, Crater Lake National 
Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

68. View from Llao Rock, Crater Lake National Park. Photo- 
graph by F. H. Kiser. 

69. Shore line of Crater Lake, Crater Lake National Park. 
Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

70. Looking north from summit of Garfield Peak, Crater Lake 
National Park. Photograph by F. H. Kiser. 

71. Looking northwest from Button Cliff, Crater Lake National 
Park. Photograph by F.H. Kiser. 

72. Entrance to Mount Rainier National Park. Loaned by the 
Chicago, Milwaukee and Puget Sound Railway Co. 

73. Mount Rainier from Eagle Peak, Mount Rainier National 
Park. Loaned by the Chicago, Milwaukee and Puget Sound Rail- 
way Co. 

* * * If in the making of the West, Nature had what we call parks in mind — 
places for rest, inspiration, and prayers — this Rainier region must surel}^ be one 
of them. In the center of it there is a lonely mountain capped with ice; from 
the ice cap glaciers radiate in every direction, and young rivers from tlie glaciers; 
while its flanks, sweeping down in beautiful curves, are clad with forests and 
gardens, and filled with birds and animals. Specimens of the best of Nattire's 
treasures have been lovingly gathered here and arranged in simple symmetrical 
beauty within regular bounds. — John Muir, Our National Parks, p. 30. 



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74- View from road between Glacier and Narada Falls, Mount 
Rainier National Park. Loaned by Chicago, Milwaukee and 
Puget Sound Railway Co. 

75. Paradise Valley, Mount Rainier National Park. Loaned by 
Chicago, Milwaukee and Puget Sound Railway Co. 

What we witnessed early the next morning and during all that day must be 
seen to be fully appreciated, for no description is adequate to convey anything 
like the reality to the mind of the reader. I can merely suggest the faintest 
outlines of the pictures. Our camp fat Paradise Valley], as I have already 
stated, was situated on an immense shoulder of Rainier — a beautiful grassy 
slope, diversified by miniature streams and ridges, carpeted with a perfect 
wealth of flowers (in places the ground was literally whitened with immense 
masses of the exquisite mountain lily), and rising from the ridges in picturesque 
groups were the dark green spires of fir and hemlock. But towering above all 
this, and showing through the clouds as if it were a vision of Paradise, vv^as the 
majestic form of Rainier. As the sun shone on its snow-clad sides, they glistened 
with a pearly whiteness. One moment it would be enveloped in shrouds of 
fleeting mist, through which we caught tantalizing glimpses, and the next, as if 
a curtain were drawn, it would fill one whole side of the sky outlined in bold 
relief against the deep blue. Never was there an approach to and first sight of 
a mountain more effective and dramatic. — W. E. Colby, The Sierra Club on 
Mount Rainier: Mazama, vol. 2, p. 213. 

76. National Park Inn, Mount Rainier National Park. Loaned 
by Chicago, Milwaukee & Puget Sound Railway Co. 

yj. Road in Mount Rainier National Park. Loaned by Chicago, 
Milwaukee & Puget Sound Railway Co. 



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